Resolution

Eight : Harry

Eight : Harry

The boys were on me as soon as I woke up the next morning. I would have slept later had they not banged down my door at the crack of dawn. I let them in and Louis was the first to speak. “We want details and we want them now!”

So making myself coffee, I recounted my night. I told them about how it was awkward at first. I filled them in on how she hustled me and I found it really hot that she did that. I told them about dinner and how she was surprisingly chatty for someone who seemed so angry all the time. And sheepishly, I admitted to them how much fun I had … which was a lot. I hadn’t had a night out like that in over a year and it was lovely. I don’t think Saffron realised how much it actually meant to me for her to go out there with me.

When I finished, each boy was grinning from ear to ear. Well, except Zayn but I understood how he remained sceptical. Niall clapped me on the back. “I’m so stoked you had a good night. Do you think you’ll do it again?”

I nodded. “Hopefully but we’re both kind of busy. She works really hard and long hours.”

Liam looked impressed. “So she’s not a bum.”

“I don’t know any bums that drive BMW’s,” I said.

“Wait what? What do her parents do then?” Louis exclaimed.

“She was kind of vague. But that’s okay. There’s plenty of time to find that out.” I checked my watch. “I might text her later today but for now, we have to get ready for more interviews! I didn’t get in ‘til 4 this morning. I’m absolutely shattered. It would be nice to hang out with her closer to home. That one hour drive killed me.”

Louis ruffled my hair mockingly. “Oh how your life sucks, Harry.”

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Days passed and I spent my free time texting Saffron. The boys constantly mocked me about it but there was also the underlying uncertainty that I sensed. I knew they worried about me but I chose to ignore it. They’d also roped one of our longtime friends, Lou into it. She was our stylist and easily one of the closest women to the band (other than the girlfriends). She’d been through everything with us and just like the others, she too was nervous about my new friendship with a random commoner.

Saffron and I organised to hang out on the Thursday but the both of us were too tired to go so far away so Saffron offered up her home. I was hesitant, saying it was risky but she reassured me that it would be fine because they lived in a gated off community that didn't allow access to paparazzi. It got me thinking, just how rich were they?

So on Thursday night, after a day of interviews and being in the studio, I finally got home and was able to get ready for another non-date date with Saffron. I showered and dressed into skinny jeans, boots and a t-shirt sweater. I shoved a beanie on to keep back my curls then grabbing my keys and phone, I left before I could run into the boys.

On the drive to the Hollywood Hills, I was nervous but also excited. I found that I couldn't wait to see Saffron again, the whole day my mind wandered back to her. When I approached Peaches Plaza, I came to a set of big iron gates and after punching in the visiting code, I drove ahead.

I was in awe. The houses were huge. I'd been to Kendall's house once in the Beverley Hills and these houses were just as big. I wouldn't have been surprised to see a few celebrities lingering here. I eventually found Saffron's address and after going through another locked gate and down a long driveway, I saw her house. It was just as grand as I thought it would be. I parked up my car and rang the doorbell.

The door swung open and I was happily surprised to see Coral beaming at me. "Harry!"

"Hello darling!" I replied as she jumped on me for a hug.